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big fluffy pillows, blankets, codeine, hot water bottles...
Welcome to the comfort thread. Escape the goatse, cool your shamefaced cheeks, chill your hangover, rest your sprained ankle. Whatever you want or need can be found here in the comfort thread. Share your tales, discuss your fears or just revel in the comfort. The choice is yours.
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There is nothing that can comfort me at the moment. Nothing, I tell you!
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My fortune cookie's empty... That's also the title of my autobiography.
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I'm eating a fantastic Honey and Mustard Chicken Baguette and its downright marvellous!
its not even lunchtime and I'm eating already...thats what happens when you leave the house in such a rush that you forget to put on ya anti-fag patch...
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I missed the goatse, that was pretty comforting.
I am about to go for a BURGER to soak up excess alcohol floating around my system. Later, I am going to have thai. PAD THAI! Today, my world revolves around food.
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Last night, I ventured into my loft and dug out a bunch of old videos. They were things that I'd taped off the telly, just after my parents got satellite TV, back in 1994. I found a great sense of comfort in watching these tapes, as I had hundreds of time as a teenager.
One of the highlights was seeing Hole Unplugged, in which the band plays an acoustic version of You Know You're Right - Kurt's song which was recently released as a Nirvana track. There was some Juliana Hatfield, Belly, Breeders, Veruca Salt - tonnes of stuff that I'd totally forgotten about.
I also found the tape of my appearance in the audience on MTV's Most Wanted which wasn't comforting at all.
quote:Originally posted by Black Mask: mcclusky tonight!
It'll be shit. Total fucking shit.
As is the case with Sidney, I'm inconsolable. I've got a miserable day of hassle to look forward to tomorrow, moving house. It'll be shit. I know it. And everyone keeps telling me that burglars watch you move in when you move house so they know you've got stuff (inhabited houses never normally have stuff. Only at the beginning of a residency), and then they kill you in your beds. So, fuckit. I give up.
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We all prisoners, chickee-baby. We all locked in.
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I saw Jill Scott on Tuesday (who I'd never heard anything by previously) and ordered her CD on Wednesday and CD-Wow told me last night it had been sent, so maybe I'll have that to listen to tomorrow!
Plus I'm on the beers tonight with a friend I haven't seen for about three months!
Plus I'll probably see The Incredibles sometime at the weekend!
So generally, feeling fairly jovial. Work is shit, though.
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Things have now got so out of hand that I think I've gone through despair and depression and come out of the other side into a kind of dream world where nothing matters. Last night, a combination of extra strong lager, clean sheets, and a John Landis film on TV, made me feel as if I was back in the womb. The radiator thing was just the icing on the cake. I was fucking lounging.
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I am eating thai chicken soup. For breakfast. I have a packet of frozen peas on my outstretched foot and a yard full of shame. I need a nurse. Can you hire a nurse for the day to come round and look after you?
Sidney, my email will comfort you. Perhaps I should send it to thorn as well. Remember folks, however bad things are, there is always someone more worse off than you are.
On the plus side I have the day off work! Hurrah! Although I don't know how well it looks to tell your boss that you can't come in because you sprained your ankle while drunk. Damn my honest mouth to hell.
quote:Originally posted by Uber Trick: however bad things are, there is always someone more worse off than you are.
Really? I feel bad for that guy now, too.
there's somebody worse off than him though. It's the fella at the bottom of the chain of misery who you should feel really sorry for. Even somebody who's got it worse than the guy who's got it worse than you feels sorry for that guy.
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Last night I discovered a veggie burger can be eaten in EXACTLY the amount of time it takes to walk from the chippy to my front gate. I mean, what kind of superlative design excellence is that?
Why do people bother with cooking when this kind of service is available?
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Two days ago I woke up in Stockport. It is comforting to know that I am no longer there. The very essence of Córdoba pulses through my veins like a nicotine headrush.
That last sentence reads like a Mikee TV post. Not so comforting, but there you go.
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scrawny
One Mojito, two Gin and Tonics, Three Bacardi Lime Sodas, and a couple of pints of Stella please.
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I am comforted by the fact that, due to having a doctor's appointment this morning, I was able to take the whole morning off. My appointment was at 9.30, and by 9.45 I was back in bed with the wretched Bandy McLoud who yesterday vommed all over my nice clean bathroom. UberTrick, you are not the only one who suffered last night.
I am also comforted by being alone in the office with only a ham and cheese croissant for company, and by the knowledge that I'm going home this weekend to watch CSI with my parents and sleep lots. I also have a great new dress - it is exactly like this:
...but I am uncomforted by the fact that yesterday I tried to model it for Bandy and he reacted by spewing into the sink.
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Asstitfuckbollockswank. I thought my decree nisi had just come through but when I opened it the letter was a copy of the incomplete form my retard (soon to be ex) husband failed to fill properly. He answered all the questions apart from one right in the middle of the form which asked what date he received the petition. Twat. Now it doesn't even look like the divorce will be through in time for New Year, let alone Christmas.
But seeing as this is the comfort thread I have just taken a wincingly painfull hobble up Green Lanes and returned with codeine, an ankle support and juice. I am comforted by the thought that very soon my painkillers will start working. Bliss.
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Here is the sotory of a comfortingly eccentric gentleman my friend who works in a bookshop met yesterday...
quote: A funny looking sort of fellow came into the shop and told my workmkate that he'd written a book, did we have any, and could he sign it? She was a bit reticent to let him do so, as we normally as publishers to ring in advance and tell us if an author wants to come in and sign so she checked with the events people that'd it'd be fine and apparently it was. He said that his book was about the oldest tortoise in the world, which apparently died last April aged 160. We all raised our eyebrows and went uh huh but it turned out that we did have a couple of them. He was still behaving mightily odd and looked a little like a vagrant, but in an eccentric English lord sort of way so Janet asked him in a very polite sort of way if he had any ID just to make sure he reallly was the author. At this point he suddenly remembered that he had to do something very quickly and he'd take care of that and be right back.
After he left we had a look at the book. There was a picture of the author on the inside of the dust jacket. Totally different guy.
turbo
Gold..... What is it good for? You can't eat it, you can't smoke it, yet everybody wants it.
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I only have 2 hours to go and then I can drive away in my shiny new car with the seat heating on. When I get home I can sit my toasty warm buttocks on the sofa and snuggle under a blanket while the heating warms the house up, with a good book and a glass of wine. Turbo Man is cooking for me so I don't actually have to move at all, except if I drink lots of wine and I need the loo. We have several new DVD's we haven't seen yet, so that sounds like a good plan for after dinner. Mmm.
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Carved TMO on her clit just to make you feel bad
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I have just eaten toast without vomiting. This is an achievement. Today, I have most been lying under the duvet, racked with sobbing. The toast thing has perked me up, though. Life seems less daunting when you're not chucking up gobbets of yellow bile ever half hour.
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hey, I get that half an hour thing. I first got it at my Grandad's funeral, well, I had it during the funeral due to drinking one or two mild ales the night before. What's the deal with those hangovers? They are totally unlike anything else. It's that half hour vomitting thing that I don't understand, even if I haven't even drunk water, I'll still need to puke. There really is nothing you can do but lay in bed with a plastic bag and hope to die.
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Every morning this week I have woken up with so much crap on my chest, and a cough or two to shift it has me gagging like hell. In fact this has been going on for a few weeks - it just seems I cannot shake off this bout of flu. Maybe its the beginning of the super virus the BBC and whoever have been scaring us to death with, shocking us into believeing we are all doomed to death in the next few weeks.
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I am very happy. Today I went to the good food show, which was comforting in itself. All those hard working cheese makers clamouring for your business. I also bought a fair amount of lovely things to drink, which I am a good part of the way through now. Hence the happy glow! Tomorrow, I shall be seeking comfort no doubt in the aftermath of this.
BUT!!! Tomorrow I am taking my daughter to see the ballet, Romeo and Juliet. It will be great just to see her face whilst it is going on. And we are going on the train, which she has not done before and is muchly looking forward to. Happy days. Ah.
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mclusky are an extremely good band. Tonight they played a set heavy in album favourites with a handful of new tunes.. They have a powerful and inventive drummer, a solid, under-exploited bass player and a petulant, pie-faced, whinging, muttonchopped ponce for a frontman. Some of the set was superb. Alan Is A Cowboy Killer and That Man Will Not Hang were excellent. In fact the entire set was, tune for tune, as good as I've heard in a long time. This is a band capable of generating an immense amount of energy and enthusiasm, they have some killer tracks the less dynamic numbers are carried along by sheer raw power, conviction and determination. They really are potentially very good, however... Their front man is a petulant, pie-faced **** . Also, any energy or dynamism they build with their music is instantly dissipated by the negative, whinging, adolescent persiflage that bongs like an unwelcome dinner gong between each track. The end of every song stops the show, the front man whines and berates, everyone gets bored, the band step on the gas again and everyone remembers why they're there. That's just bad. Furthermore, fuckface has an extensive collection of axe, which he thoughtfully displays to us all by changing guitars after every song. There really is no need. This guy behaves like a spoiled attention-seeking teen. If he was a spoiled attention-seeking teen that might cut it as cool, as it stands the dude's probably nearer to forty than I am.
So, Thorn, they were'nt fucking shit. They were fucking annoying, but they were too good a band to be fucking shit. If they could get a frontman who didn't suck they'd be made guys in the rock mafia.
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